Annotation: Miracle

Blog #8: Annotation

Miracle

October 27, 2011

Miracles, they are seen every day. A miracle is the way our brain tells our arm to move, the way our organs know every right action to take, the way the trees give us oxygen to breath and survive, the way every single person on this earth is uniquely made in their own different way. Webster would have a different take on the definition. Webster chooses to define a miracle as an extremely outstanding or unusual event, thing, or accomplishment. Miracles don’t have to be some huge extraordinary event in life that knocks everyone off their feet and leaves them flabbergasted. It can be the very simple things from day to day that God does. A miracle can be something that is seen frequently but still amazes the human eye.  Each person has their own personal miracle to share.

It was my kindergarten year at Venice Christian School. I was fairly new to the school and hadn’t made too many friends just yet. It was time to hit the playground, my personal favorite hour of the school day. As we played on the jungle gym, swung on the swings, chased each other in games of tag, I suddenly became interested in the sandbox nearby. I scurried over to dig around in the soft white sand to find a hidden treasure that I knew had to be buried in there. To my dismay I didn’t reveal too many exciting things besides the occasionally twig and dead insect. I quickly became bored with this personal scavenger hunt. As I climb out of the sandbox, I can’t help but notice was a great balance beam the wooden edges of the sandbox had become. I dare the tight rope as the crowd cheers and scream my name. One hundred feet in the air, suspended by nothing but a tiny rope, or wooden sand box. I thought I was invincible, until a loose board caused me to fall to the edge of the sand box rim, crashing back to reality. I smashed my head directly on the corner of the sandbox where the two boards met with a nail. Looking around to make sure none of my new friends had noticed such a stunt, I brush myself off, ignoring the object that just fell from my forehead, and continue my circus act. Out of the blue I one of the playground watch guards run to my side urging me to lie in the grass. Little did I know, the “object” that had fallen from my head was a massive drop of blood. I had split my head open on the corner of that sandbox without even realizing it. Terrified out of my mind, the kids swarming around me to see what had happened, the principal swiftly comes and scoops me up out of the crowd. Blood now covering his nice white button up shirt, he takes me to where my mom is waiting to take me to the hospital. I weep because I have not a clue what is going on. As we arrive at the hospital, I recall all the doctors rushing to my side to start stitching me up. A few stitches and butterfly band aids later I was ready to dare the tight rope once again. They said that I was incredibly blessed to have only gotten a minimal scar, seeing how they could feel my skull when the cut was fresh and open still. God was really watching over me. If it had only been a centimeter or less over to the left or the right I could have lost my sight or my eye for that matter. I thank God that that was NOT the case. I was very fortunate. That is one of my many God given miracles in my life. I’m so blessed to have never had any near death experiences or horrible tragedies. I thank God for that to no end and trust that He will continue to guide and protect me. Just like Reuben Land, God placed His hand of protection of me and saved me from many other horrible and far worse things to happen to me. God spared Reuben his life. He saved his life. He brought him back to life and let him continue to live his young life. That in itself is a miracle. God is the ONLY one capable of performing miracles.

-God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. Psalm 46:1

-Psalm 139

http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/miracle

Annotative Post: Grocery Cart

Annotative Post: The Road

October 19, 2011

Throughout the whole entirety of this book so far The Road mentions the grocery cart that the father and his son use ever so often. This grocery cart isn’t just any old grocery cart. This cart has multiple purposes throughout this novel. When looking for the official definition of the word cart, this is what was stated “a strong open vehicle with two or four wheels, typically used for carrying loads.” Normally, in this day in age we would consider a grocery cart the typical device that we use in a produce store to hold the things we would like to purchase so that we aren’t overwhelmed with carrying all the various items. It is a common item that we use only when we walk into a grocery store. We would never think we would need to own one or use one for any other reason but to go shopping and return it when we have concluded buying everything that we need. In the book the father and the son use the grocery cart for many different uses that we would never even think of to do. The first mention of the infamous grocery cart starts right in the beginning on page 5. They used this grocery cart as a vehicle. They packed their various items and belongings in this cart and roll it around. It is there possession, they can’t lose it, they are attached. Although they keep their essentials, the things they can’t stand to part with in the knapsacks. No matter where they leave the cart they go back to retrieve it. They are quite territorial of this grocery cart, it is literally as if it were their Ford F150 truck. Not only does this cart serve as a vehicle, a storage unit, and a way of transportation, but this grocery cart serves as a source of recreation. The son uses this to entertain himself by riding it down the road. He finds joy in this time of despair. The cart brings a sense of happiness and security all in one. They rely on this cart to carry their belongings so that they don’t have to haul everything during their travels. They trust that this contraption will help them on their journey and so far it has. It has been a huge necessity to the father and his son both.

http://oxforddictionaries.com/definition/cart?region=us

Blog #6: Creative Post- The Road

Blog #6: Creative Post- The Road

The Never-Ending Trail

October 12, 2011

There has been a disaster, you see

Leaving everyone no choice but to flee

Not an ounce of humanity remains

The energy they have left, drains

There is a very windy path

That consists of everything but a laugh

Just a father and a son

The trail, they’ve only just begun

Why is there so much grief?

The child wants just one good belief

Is that too much to ask?

Can his father complete just one good task?

The child can’t bear to pass the others by

It’s obvious they need help, as they sit there to die

He has seen so much violence all around

He yearns to hear just one pleasant sound

His father seems to be so heartless, why doesn’t he care?

No matter what, his son will always cherish the bond they share

His dad feels his duty is to protect his son

He will stop at nothing until this is done

Papa can’t trust a soul out here on the road

He can’t believe a single thing he’s told

He will take care of his pride and joy at all cost

His son is the last thing he would want lost

As his health begins to fade

The difficulty starts to escalade

“Who will take care of my son?” he cries

His cough seems to be serious, does this mean he dies?

Just those two, that silly old shopping cart

And the knapsacks that hold the things closest to their heart

They have no other possession

Staying alive has become their only obsession

When will the madness end?

When will they find a trustworthy friend?

Their world is dark and grey,

Is this the way it will always stay?

What will happen to the little boy?

Will the road he’s on lead him to joy?

Will he awake and find this is a dream?

Will he and his Papa always be a team?

They will come across many more strangers

Their journey will confront them with many dangers

What will this road lead them to?

What is the next thing they will be forced to do…